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Dax slipped the dress over his head before taking off his pants which joined his shirt in the bag. The clothing was obviously slacking in the chest, but that was just what Sayael would have to fix. Taking in the other prince's appearance in his new attire, he approached him to study his face closely. "Let me see.." he muttered to himself, eyes narrowed as his hands came up to either side of Sayael's face, cupping his cheeks. "Chocolatey brown eyes, and you earlier mentioned black hair. It would be darling if you had a small goatee. Nothing too big. I don't want it looking like you have a bush on your face."

Dax dropped his arms to his sides, a look of distaste plastered over his fair features at the last comment. "I want my husband to have a full head of lush and healthy hair, thank you," he said. "How about.. just barely off the shoulders." Before the other had time to respond, the slender blonde continued- "And the least you can do is have a goatee if I'm dressing like this. Besides, it shouldn't hurt as badly as a full beard. Pleease?" He puckered out his bottom lip and clasped his hands in front of himself in a pleading manner.

(Don't think I've heard of that.)

Dax immediatly tensed when Sayael took a hold of his wrist. It didn't help his nerves in the least when the dark threads began their move onto himself. He wasn't accustomed to such magics and was obviously nervous about the situation. Ideas such as 'What if something goes wrong?' and 'What if I permanently look different?" ran through his head as the minutes passed by. When everything seemed to be back to normal -or so he thought- the Ice Prince opened his eyes and released a heavy breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He looked over what had become of Sayael, definitely surprised. He had so many different traits, he wouldn't be able to recognize him if unaware of the transformation.

When the other's scowl turned into a grin, Dax took the moment to look down at himself.. and gasped sharply. Two mounds -his breasts- had popped up on his chest, filling the slack of the dress that had earlier been there. There was now more of a womanly curve in his hips and his shoulders went into a more graceful slope than before. His hand came up to pull a lock of his hair over his shoulder, seeing it had become that very 'strawberry blonde' Sayael had spoke of before. Green eyes, longer fingernails. He'd been made into a woman, for sure. It was then that the other's comment finally registered and caused a redness to rise across his cheeks. "I feel weird.." he mumbled.

(Oh, no worries with that. Dax definitely doesn't intend to stay the lady the whole time. XP )

"And why exactly do you know how to ride side-sadd-" he started to question but was stopped short when Sayael's lips met his already warm cheeks. Get into character? "There is no one to get into character for!" he said quickly, jumbling each word together. Though he didn't think anyone was around, he kept his voice low with the accusation, just in case. His lips had tightened, attempting a scowl to hide his darkened blush. It didn't seem to be helping, so he marched over to his horse. With stiff movements, he hastily grabbed the pommel and the back of the saddle and hefted himself up. In habit, one leg started to swing its way over to the other side of the beast, but something went wrong. Due to the limitation of movement in the dress, his leg couldn't make its way over. 'Side-saddle!' he would've yelled at himself, but there wasn't time for reminders. With the swing of his leg, he had accidently jerked himself to too harshly and fell right off the other side of the horse and onto the ground. "Umph!" Not a soft landing.

If he wasn't so curious about Sayael and his knowledge of the side-saddle and his 'first time, too' then he would have threatened to cut the boy's tongue out if it came out of his mouth again. Being the proud prince that he was, Dax didn't take the offered hand and instead squirmed his own way back up to his feet with a huff. "I have plently of grace," he retorted, readjusting not only his dress but also his newly aquired chest as well. "It's just that I'm not used to this outfit is all."

'The only place a woman's soul isn't welcome.' It was getting even worse... Why did everyone have to think he was a woman? He just... he wasn't. Of course, it didn't really help that he tended to wear dresses or at least long shirts that were like dresses - but that was because he looked weird with just trousers and a shirt!! Plus, people would think he was a girl who... was trying to be tough... or something. And he would never be able to sell his dresses if he wore something so uncoordinated...

Lost in his own thoughts, he only just barely caught what the other said. "Hm? Oh... well, anywhere's fine, really," he murmured. He didn't mention his hope that wherever they went wouldn't have roses - the scent was weaker out in the open, but still quite obvious and if the other noticed.... Well, he was a "lady." He'd just be wearing perfume. He smiled somewhat hesitantly, not quite sure what he should ask for. After all, he hadn't been listening completely... The lack of sleep must be really taking its tole. "Somewhere... peaceful... and quiet." The thought of such a place - filled with light and the scent of flowers and, if he was lucky, a small burbling stream - was enough to make his smile become slightly dreamy. He was nearly about to yawn, but caught himself and turned it into a sort of sneez.

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"Yes, you have princely grace. What you need is womanly grace. For now, at least." Sayael couldn't beleive he was having to unmask his... tries. There had been several occasions where he had had to pretend to be a 'pretty lady' to get what he needed - or wanted. But he wouldn't tell Dax that or the other would make him be the woman.

((Sayael's face: I_I ))
"... No." Sayael did not want to be a woman. Once having taken that appearance, the other would most likely demand that he stay like that. "I think I'd rathy have a clutzy wife, after all. It's cute." He managed to pull of a grin - just as dazzling as usual, although a little twitchy since the goatee was a little itchy - and walked forward to wrap his arms around the other. It was easier like this - if he pretended that it really was only for the sake of escape. Then he wouldn't have to have these... feelings. "Besides, I think being a clutz suits yous character more - hnn - how about Ellian?" His arms, although never tight around the other, had loosened to the point where he more standing beside Dax, with a hand on of of 'her' shoulders.